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ham sandwich (usa) - goofy! lyrics

[intro]
(goofy!)

[verse 1: ham sandwich]
y’all n+ggas taking advances?
i get the cash and advance it
big day but i ain’t finna chance it
me and my n+ggas do actual damage
sneak through, light him up with advantage
i stay armed with a cannon like samus
and my b+tch look like zero suit samus
this sh+t kick at you, zero suit samus
this sh+t bury you, zero suit samus

think he fly, he the fallen of albaz
he get hit with this heater, he branded
i don’t ask for the best, i demand it
i don’t ask for respect, i command it
think he got it but he gotta hand it to me
either way, he gon leave empty handed

all of y’all n+ggas outmatched from the get go
you oughta know my pen and pad is the death note
every pen stroke
make a n+gga soul let go
dc’d from his body, it’s a deathstroke
on any tempo
hotter than a bento
box, hotbox, looking like a bento
got+ got my n+ggas chilling with the endo
you don’t want these god hands like endou
i’m living in the end zone
if i die tomorrow, listen to my manifesto
every w, i had a plan to manifest those
and everything i had weighing on my mental
is sitting in my notes as mementos

what you gotta know
fundamentals
with a common goal, it’s essential
you need alotta gold in your temple
to make a lil profit with a pencil
just to have these n+ggas tryna copy with a stencil
and say it’s referential
(goofy!)

i ain’t jacking it
make me act like i’m fresh out the packaging
n+ggas know me, i’m rolling with savages
out with token, smoking pot of avarice
look around, i see a lotta average
i’ll be watching my bag from my casket
he sn+tching it, i’mma pop out like i’m lazarus
f+ck with the gang, you a m+s+ch+st…

[verse 2: shofu]
goddammit!
i’ll be d+mned, too!
can’t hold me like a bad screw
lil b+tch
i was mad, too!
f+ck whoever had you
yeah!
f+ck his mom and dad, too!
i bet shofu f+ck his day up like some bad news
can’t lose
n+gga said i couldn’t take his b+tch
so i had to
get up in her stomach, then i leave it like some bad food
glad to
n+ggas ass, trash, succotash food
someone tell ham sandwich
i go ham, too!

speaking of ham
i hate pigs, i ain’t giving a d+mn
her neck goose getting silly again
i’m really the man
i pop red dots
now that’s really a scam
we heard him talking, now he leaking again
i hit ‘em up, they call the reverend or the deacon again
and i’m just begging for a reason again
ya mans left, he ain’t really ya friend
i bounce back, put your team in a jam
he one tapped, he was peaking again
(b+tch!)

here come the level up
i dig up in her, tell a n+gga pick the shovel up
cuddle up
no, b+tch!
i don’t cuddle much
stank face covered up
shot with the glock
it was hot and they shriveled up
most of y’all straight trash
you should give it up
life short and we just making sure you live it up
pen and a pad
i murder n+ggas on the features
i been in my bag
these n+ggas sitting in the bleachers
(b+tch!)

(yeah! yeah! yeah!)
b+tch, i was whipping
i’m straight out the pot
i said b+tch, i was whipping
i’m straight out the lot
he was new to this sh+t
you gon’ spray it or not?
got a brand new extension
it came with a glock
he was hoping i missed
better pray to allah
got a team full of demons
we came from the block
with my shooters
we came from the block…

[outro]
(stage clear!)

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